I noticed that I am not posting as often as I used to, and one of the main reasons was that I am just full. I am full of love, gratitude, and the attitude of being better at everything I do. I blogged to whine, complain and maybe explain, but for the past few months, I feel the most complete I have in a while. And for that, I am truly grateful. Gratitude is a funny thing, I used to struggle to come up with things to be thankful for after mentioning my recovery, family, wife, and friends. I failed to realize that breathing was a gift. Each inhale and exhale was more than I had the last time I suffered my stroke (again with the stroke). I do feel repetitive a lot of the times, perhaps that is the problem with being a writer. We keep rediscovering emotions and events, until we can get them down perfectly. Yet it is more than that. I am still in awe of the changes others have made for my sake especially my amazing wife and family.
And then my birthday happened. Each and every person who got me something gave me something personal and unique to me. In fact, at one point I felt a bit ashamed as the amount of thought everyone had put in. It also hit me how much they care for me, and they made me even fuller. So maybe, just maybe, the whining will simmer down here for a while.